Sentinel of Equestria

A/N And with this story we start a trip down into the depths of the life of a boy named Ryan. Note that this is NOT a self insert fic. This character is designed to have a rough start, but trust me his life will get better, or worse. Ladies and Gentlemen this story is now undergoing some updates. If some of the chapters (or the story in general) seem terrible then I apologize I'm working to fix this one chapter at a time.

Prologue

It was just another day in my life. Or should I say my hell? My name is Ryan. What's my last name you ask? Does that really matter? If you really care, make one up or something. Yep, I'm giving you that power. Go ahead and just pick my own last name for me, cause I'm not givin' it to ya'. Anyway, my life sucks. I'm not poor, but I'm not quite rich either. Upper middle class too be precise. I think. Other than that I'm just a typical dude. Crap, lost my original train of thought. Umm...shit.

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OH RIGHT! I remember, I was talking about how much my life sucks. God, now that I think about it this makes me seem like I'm being nothing but a cry baby. Man, I feel bad for wasting your time like this. Guess I might as well continue with what I was saying then.

*Ahem*

My life truly sucks.

My family, most of them, hate me. And I do in fact mean legitimate hatred. I still love 'em though, their my family, and no matter how badly they treat me I still care about them. I simply have no respect for any of them. Aside from that, I have almost no friends, and I'm not too quick at making new ones. All in all, I suck. And I have low self esteem issues. However, at first glance, that isn't what you'd believe. With my rather unkempt long dark brown hair, my semi-pale complexion, and my golden brown eyes I look rather friendly and approachable. But be warned, there is more to me than meets the eye. Like transformers...if they were people. Actually that sounds pretty lame now that I think about it, so forget all that. My personality is rather...bad...really bad. I'm mean and I'm hateful, I'm just a cold mother. Thing is though, I don't mean to be like that. I just kinda' am. I 'spose there are a few redeeming qualities to me though. At least I hope there are. I try to be a very tolerant individual, which makes for a weird clash in my personality. Which is why I used the word 'try' in that sentence. I'm also chivalrous...sometimes. Weird, I know. Try not to judge me to harshly.

Cause' right about now you're most likely thinking: God, this guy's a loser, and I wouldn't blame you. Then again, I don't give a darn of what you think of me (kind of ironic seeing as how I just got done telling you not to judge me). I am who I am, and that really can't be changed. Plus, I stopped caring about others opinions of myself a long time ago. When you have low self esteem, you kinda' need to. And by now you're probably wondering if there's a point to all of this. Well, yes there is. Or, was. I don't remember honestly. I suppose this whole self narration of myself should probably lead up to something. I mean I did just force you to sit through my shitty background story, assuming you didn't leave mid tale. I guess I should tell you something a bit more fun, and I actually had somewhere I was going with all this. I got it! I remember the original point I was going for.

*Ahem, again*

If you'd like to now how I ended up in a world of magic, myth, fantasy, and talking ponies (a.k.a hell) then sit down and let me weave you a tale of mystery, adventure, and intrigue. And no, I'm not bulshitting you. Talking ponies. It's a thing.

Chapter1: A Nobody's Start

Beep . . . beep . . . beep. . .

Fuck off alarm clock.

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BEEP. . . BEEP. . . BEEP!

DAMNIT, why cant you let me sleep you worthless hunk of trash?

Groggily I pulled myself out from my covers and slammed the snooze button on my irritating piece 'o shit alarm clock. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes I slowly stretched my back until I felt that wonderful sensation you feel when you stretch in the morning. You know the one. Checking the face of the clock I noticed, rather unhappily, that it read 3:00 P.M. Jesus, did I really sleep in that late?, I thought to myself. Might as well get some food or something. I made my way towards the door in my room. But before I could make it to the door, I realized I forgot to get my glasses. Quickly I snatched them off my nightstand and made my way to my bedroom door, but not before stealing a glance at myself in my body length mirror.

I was still wearing the dark black hoodie I went to bed in. My favorite black hoodie that I always seem to wear. Though to be fair I did put it on right after my shower...at 4 in the morning. Promptly after said shower I went to bed. Cause' it was fucking 4 in the morning. I looked down and made sure I still had my jeans on.

Kinda odd that I need to check to make sure I'm still wearing pants. I can't tell if I should be worried by this. Ehh' whatever.

I made my way out my door and down the hall to the bathroom, as I felt the sweet call of good 'ol mother nature. And by sweet call I mean nails against a chalkboard. Mid piss though I heard something crash. Like glass smashing, and then some loud yelling.

"Great, it's gonna be one of those days isn't it?"

I heard more crashing and yelling before I finally finished by bidness. No not business. Bidness. Live with it.

I headed towards the stairs so I could go ahead and see what the problem was this time. As if I didn't already know. Making my way down the stairs I-

WHUMP!

THUMP!

WHAM!

Did I say making my way down the stairs? What I actually meant was tripping and falling my way down the stairs like a complete ass who forgot to watch were he was going. I'm skilled like that.

When the world decided to stop it's insistent spinning I managed to get out a couple words.

"Yep, one of those days."

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"Well, look who decided to join us", my mother sneered at me as dragged my now thoroughly aching body into the kitchen. If you could even call it that. Littered on the floor were a couple of broken bottles, and a tipped over chair. That explains that I guess.

"Fuck you, not in the mood" I said in my usual deadpan voice. Quickly I ducked and narrowly avoided a glass bottle flying towards my face.

"Damnit, I mussed" I heard a groggy and sluggish voice mutter from just out of view. Now introducing my dad...who's drunk. Again.

"Dad, go back to bed! You're clearly drunk." I shouted at the poor inebriated bastard. He didn't actually need to go to bed specifically, he just needed to be somewhere other than in the kitchen. In fact, anywhere there weren't people would be great.

"I don't hash to do that. I'm my own woman."

Oh yeah, he's been hitting it a little too hard.

I watched as as he stumbled over to me, clearly intending to make some point. As he finally got within arms distance of me he took a swing at my face. Now being drunk and all I literally did not have to move an inch. He just flat out missed. And collapsed like a sad sack of shit. Sorry, a sad drunk sack of shit.

A couple seconds later the sounds of his snores punctuated the air.

"Why do you put up with his drunk ass mom?"

"Lay off the man you little shit. He got layed off and is just trying to cope with the fact that he's jobless."

"That was literally four months ago. He's not trying to cope, he's just trying to drink himself to death! And he damn well might at this rate."

My mom let out a sigh and scrunched her eyes shut. "Just fuck off and go do something else, I can't deal with you right now, I've got a mess to clean up."

I sighed, at least I tried. Making my way into the living room I dumped myself onto the couch in defeat. Nothing I could do about this, she just wasn't in the mood to deal with me. Not that she ever is, but that's fine I guess. I can be a handful at times.

I grabbed the remote and flipped on the tube, as I just started channel surfing for anything remotely entertaining to anything that might distract me from the sounds of failure coming from the kitchen.

5 Minutes Later

500 channels and there isn't jack shit on.

"How? How is that physically possible?"

I sat there dumbfounded, I literally spent that last couple minutes going through every single channel, and there was absolutely nothing. NOTHING!

I layed myself fully out on the couch and rested my head on the armrest as I simply let my eyes fall shut. I may have literally just gotten up, but yet I still felt tired. That's what I get for staying up. I felt my consciousness slowly slip away as I allowed myself to fall back to sleep. Twas not my best idea.

A/N- Traintrax here. To those who were already subscribed to my story, I know it's been a while. To those just stumbling upon this for the first time, 'sup? Anyway I've been gone for a while and left you all hanging. And that's just rude. So to make it up to you all, I've decided I'm going to be redoing all the chapters of this story so that it isn't complete sh*t. I'll try not to stray from the plotline i've established thus far too much, but I will be going through and making things flow smoother. I'm polishing up, and then finishing up the story that I started so long ago. And once I've finished the story overhaul, I'll begin work on chapter 20. So to those reading this new version of chapter 1, tell me what you think. Better, or worse? Yes, or no? I need any feedback that can be provided, so long as it doesn't end up being the derogatory, 'this story sucks' nonsense.

That is all. PEACE!